SKRT lyrics
by CashMoneyAP
[Hook]
I be running through hundreds alot
Marco With me you run up he blowing a lot
Treat your b*tch like she nu nu and skate on that b*tch
Blacked out jeep with that 8 on that b*tch
Mix that dope with that hen b*tch I feel like a bird
Hop out that Porsche left that b*tch on the curb!
Balenci my feet like 10k in my jeans
If a n*gga want tweak then my n*ggas gone purge
Out south but this Glock send his top to the burbs
Damn
Honcho gang b*tch I might f*ck on yo sis kick that b*tch to the curb
Look at my wrist man that b*tch Gettin that Burr
Hop up in that str8 man that b*tch Gettin that skrt
Damn
I got so many damn b*tches I f*ck em and cross em like skrt
Smokin on gas hit the gas watch it skrt
[Verse 1]
Rolling up dope b*tch you rolling up dirt
Up rolls now yo b*tch wanna flirt
Out a 50 round clip 41 in yo shirt
This ain't Dallas they calling u Durk
When I pull up I might drop the top on this vert
I'm debatin cause n*ggas be hatin
Keep hatin 4nem got some sh*t like the hatians
You run up AK send u back to the 80s
I just get the top I ain't been f*ckn lately
I been off of this syrup, you still on the porch
b*tch I just parked that Porsche on the curb
I hop out that b*tch man my wrist Gettin that burr
That b*tch gimme brain an til I'm smart as a nerd
The f*ck is u doing?
My n*ggas shoot middles can't hear what the f*ck you be shooting
Ballin but listen I use to be hooping
I'm leanin but listen i do not be snoozin
Marco shooting you run up you stupid
Honcho gang known to leave a b*tch ruined
We just f*ck then I need a b*tch muted
b*tch OT if she bad gettin flewin
b*tch don't go bet a b*tch look stupid
Me trust hoe do a n*gga look stupid
Only off a 4 will a n*gga look stupid
I skrt off on a hoe leave a b*tch looking clueless
b*tch suck my di*k wit Yo b*tch u can't do This
And I'm offa zip Gettin kicked outta Ruth Chris
4nem gotta clip they can't fit up in movie
3 hoes with me top me off in a jacuzzi
You know I can't trust hoes I watch em like a movie
Donald better duck pump leave a n*gga goofy
I ain't heard sh*t b*tch I'm leaving outta Gucci
Aye smoking on gas smoke coming out my HEMI
Make the wrong move smoke coming outta semis then it's
Back to square 1 smoke coming out the HEMI
Cdot leave a b*tch heart empty
Pull up on a n*gga leave a n*gga car empty
Take a couple shots like I brought a bar wit me
Skrt off on a b*tch even tho my car empty
[Hook]
I be running through hundreds alot
Marco With me you run up he blowing a lot
Treat your b*tch like she nu nu and skate on that b*tch
Blacked out jeep with that 8 on that b*tch
Mix that dope with that hen b*tch I feel like a bird
Hop out that Porsche left that b*tch on the curb!
Balenci my feet like 10k in my jeans
If a n*gga want tweak then my n*ggas gone purge
Out south but this Glock send his top to the burbs
Damn
Honcho gang b*tch I might f*ck on yo sis kick that b*tch to the curb
Look at my wrist man that b*tch Gettin that Burr
Hop up in that str8 man that b*tch Gettin that skrt
Aye
I got so many damn b*tches I f*ck em and cross em like skrt
Smokin on gas hit the gas watch it skrt